“Whatever you want to do, do it now. There are only so many tomorrows.” – Michael Landon
The kindness
sitting ripe
on your tongue—
swallowed back
for Monday's menu.
Your mercy
filed under "pending,"
patience
scheduled
for next week.
Today's grace
postponed
like rain
in a drought year—
The parched earth
can wait.
You hoard virtue
like a miser
counting coins
for a future
that spends
only present currency.
The beggar's cup
passes empty,
your hand
rehearsing charity
for tomorrow's
performance.
*Procrastination*:
the devil's favorite saint,
canonizing delay
as prudence.
While goodness
withers
in the waiting room
of your intentions,
clutching
an appointment slip
for a doctor
who died
yesterday.
Poignant do it today. Xx